Surely we have enough power to overtake them.” Anya tugged on Grigori’s sleeve.He realized she had been trying to get his attention for the past several minutes but he had no time to indulge in her incessant need for chatter. He had never met anyone who enjoyed the sound of their own voice as much as Anya, but she had her useful moments. Grigori ignored her as he looked through one of his many spell books. His next match was fast approaching and he needed to study up on as many spells as possible to defeat his next target, an ice witch. He wasn’t too skilled in the ways of manipulating the elements yet but his opponent was a mere level three. He could easily defeat her with one of his special hexes; however, as he’d learned early on when he’d began this endeavor to acquire enough power to finally achieve his ultimate goal, he should never underestimate anyone. Grigori had nearly been taken down by a level one because he’d let his guard down. It was a mistake he didn’t intend to repeat.
